Tales From The Town #125: A Reading (or, Resilience Training)

“The sun shone sleekly through a silver sky,” Tina said, as she stood steadily on the stage (a chair).

“Booooooo!” Claire shouted out from the back of the room. “BOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“The moon mellowed meekly above a murmuring meadow,” Tina muttered, immovably.

“Awful,” Ethel heckled. “Just awful! You’re awful, Tina! You should be ashamed!”

“The rocket reflected repetitively as it rotated around the revolving rarity,” Tina roared, resolutely resilient to the rising reproval from the rowdy rabble.

“Rarity is another word for anomaly,” she added belatedly when there was silence from below.

“Best poem ever,” Daniel swooned. He clapped enthusiastically and then continued clapping enthusiastically for quite some time. “I love it! More! More!”

Tina ran crying from the stage.

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Notes:

1. Written on June 22nd, 2023
2. Previously, in reading news

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Tales From The Town #124: Jellyfish

Have you ever wondered what a jellyfish thinks? Because a jellyfish hasn’t

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Notes:

1. Written on July 4th, 2023

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a trillion / quite tiny / little poems

a trillion / quite tiny / little poems (also here) generates untold billions of quite tiny little poems in a miniature haiku format of 4 then 3 then 4 syllables

or at least it tries too but sometimes the source poems get their meter completely wrong for reasons i am simply unable to explain (reason/explanation: i am quite poor at poems)

the 174 source poems can be found in six small anthologies here, here, here, here, here and here

(this means rather than a trillion tiny poems there’s only 5,268,024, but maybe 5,268,024 is the secret definition of a quite tiny little trillion or somethging, maybe, perhaps, possibly)

anyway occassionally it blurts out something surprisingly beautiful

though more often as not it just churns out rubbish

please do not hate me

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Notes:

1. Made on August 23rd, 2023
2. Using all my old 4/3/4 poems
3. From 2019 till now

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4/3/4 (#6)

there is beauty
in trying
all this again

some poems were
unpublished
but now they’re not

and other ones
slightly changed
to fit this scheme

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#131:

ahead of us
the journey
lingering clouds

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#132:

across the path
fallen leaves
red against the soil

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#133:

i am afraid
to begin
but i begin

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#134:

under the bridge
cows gather
knee deep in mist

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#135:

a cloud of thought
barely formed
like ghosts, like words

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#136:

a white feather
floating past
catching the light

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#137:

a frozen lake
lit only
by last night’s moon

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#138:

a quiet scene
frost and snow
untouched by feet

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#139:

through the mist
the border
we cannot see

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#140:

and all around
frozen blue
mountain flowers

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#141:

frost on the stones
by the fire
breath becomes smoke

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#142:

often am i
quick to speak
too slow to stop

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#143:

blood drops on snow
bleak roses
that do not fade

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#144:

a sea of snow
rising up
ever higher

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#145:

flesh like paper
on old bones
the heart beats on

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#146:

luminous dreams
of a life
floating away

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#147:

the restless dead
bury them
yet they linger

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#148:

i felt quite sad
quite often
about many things

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#149:

i wanted to
write something
so i wrote this

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#150:

not enough to
see or do
here on the moon

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#151:

nothing was said
everything
was clearly meant

***

#152:

i often feel
like i don’t
exist at all

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#153:

upon waking
we wonder
is this the dream

***

#154:

yet in our dreams
never do
we even sleep

***

#155:

the grass grows long
beneath the
rains of summer

***

#156:

i am tired
more often
than i’m asleep

***

#157:

a paling moon
and the sea
a sheet of glass

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#158:

all i want is
to make things
that people like

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#159:

and instead i
make things like
this useless thing

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Notes:

1. These were written at various stages over the last four years
2. But mostly I don’t know exactly when
3. After the first five of these 4/3/4 extravaganzas I suppose (#1; #2; #3; #4; #5)
4. The first half of these (up to and including the luminous dreams one) were written for a novel that i never finished writing
5. But might one day
6. And the others were either uncollected ones posted here and there randomly
7. Often not even in 4/3/4 format
8. But close enough I could force them into shape today

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Tales From The Town #123: The End Of Ignorance, or Technological Solutions To Previously Insoluble Problems

“AI is amazing,” Antione told the gathered audience of potential technological enthusiasts. “It can do anything! It knows everything! Never again shall we have to think and wonder when we can simply ask and know!”

There was a moment of awed silence that went on for quite a bit longer than Antione was expecting.

“So, c’mon kids, you must have something you want to ask it?”

“Dad, we’re playing with the campfire,” Claire said, as her and Daniel poked it with sticks and sent great clouds of smoke billowing through the cave. “We don’t have time to talk to a creepy dead doll with a phone in its skull.”

“It’s not creepy,” Antoine said. “I thought you liked dolls.”

“Wait, that doll’s yours?” Tina said. “I thought it was something Claire had stolen from the witch’s house.”

“I don’t steal things,” Claire said. “I take them.”

“That’s the same thing,” Ethel said.

“You’re the same thing,” Claire said.

“Maybe,” Antoine said, trying to return the topic of conversation back to its original path. “We could ask the AI whether stealing and taking are the same thing.”

“Couldn’t you just ask us, Dad?” Tina said. “Because we all know the answer to that. Even Claire knows. She just pretends she doesn’t.”

“I don’t pretend anything,” Claire said. “I just DO!”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Ethel said.

“You don’t make any sense,” Claire said.

“Maybe we could just ask the…”

“Shut up, Dad!”

“Claire! Don’t you dare tell dad to shut up!”

“I can tell who I want to shut up!”

“No you can’t!”

“CAN!”

“CAN’T!”

“Daniel,” Antoine said quietly. “I bet you’ve got a question or two about things, right?”

“In the mouth of the cavern a dragon sleeps,” Daniel said, throwing a pinecone onto the fire to make it belch flames and smoke out again. “And in the dragon’s mouth there’s a cavern you can sleep in.” Daniel looked up from the flames and stared through the smoke at Antoine. “So how do we know if we’re the dragon in the cave or the cave in the dragon?”

Antoine looked back through the smoke at Daniel.

“That question was for the doll,” Daniel added.

“Oh right,” Antoine said, slightly relieved, “Er, did you hear that, little dollAI? Are we the dragon in the cave or the cave in the dragon?”

The doll did not respond.

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Notes:

1. Written on 26th May, 2023

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